I live in a cage


nothing too special



a steel barrier


a different kind
of world to live.



Every day I silently


listen to the wind
as it dances

freely through the



bars of my home.

I dream of

such careless freedom



though it never

makes it too far out
of my home.








But one day


the walls will
crumble down.


“Mayday, mayday,”




you will say.

But the air


will know what




I will say.


“Run away,”
guided by wind.





Until that

day will
grace me,

my home,




my walls.